A Saturday Morning With the Mother and Sister

The chirps of birds accompanied by a jingly melody swanked through the air, as the feeling of soft spring-supported cotton and cool air temperament faded from white onto your limp, ragdoll'd body. Couldn't beat anything like a welcome bed and indoor freshness in the morning. Oh, and of course, the 'ol cozy, sunrise-greeting ringtone.

♪There's a world I can go
And tell my secrets to
In my--♫

Both eyes suddenly jolted open. You flicked your gaze around the room.

"Oh, crap!"

With a start, you jumped up, scaring off your inanimate blanket and feeling your face to ensure it wasn't anywhere else. For a while you sat there, staring at the intersect between carpet and wall.

A few seconds later, with your alarm-tone shut off, you were checking the mirror in the bathroom across from your bed, and let out a handy breath.

"Last night really happened, huh?" you murmured, to no one.

You stared at the top of your hands a good few seconds. Then, your mouth broke into a squiggled grin.

"Oh, look who's awake!"

You hopped down the steps, half-wondering of the possibilities. "Morning," you greeted back, seeing both Mom and your sister, Dana, in the kitchen. You breathed in a bit. As usual, your cute younger sister was hard to ignore, even just sitting there by the old potted plant. With her smooth legs and thighs exposed underneath her breezy shorts, you were drawn to explore every crevice of her like the forward-thinking sailor you were.

It was an old fantasy.

Surreptitiously you watched her, stringing up what looked like some beaded necklace or something. Right now, she had her hair pulled up to a bun, which she tended to do, mostly as a fashion statement. With her naturally slender and striking face, it only seemed complimentary. She had taken after the best of both genes in the inheritance department, after all. Lucky her. Too bad she wasn't even the luckiest person in the room at that moment.

"You didn't even eat the take-out we got last night, you know." Mom came over to kiss you on the temple, rubbing your back. You would've said something normal; anything, really, that would come out of an ordinary conversation between mother and son about leftover Chinese food from the night before. Maybe joke it off; apologize. Look over at her and ask if it was in the fridge, or if Dad ate it. But right now, your mind was on other things. On other... people.

"Mom," you suddenly shifted the subject, staring your pretty forebear straight in the eye. "I was just wondering about..." You blinked frontward, then back. "...something."

"Yes?" she cocked her head, hand halfway up the crook of your back whence letting go. "If you think you can ask to throw another weekend party for the summer, I'm here to give you an early 'no' on that front."

You both released a fleeting laugh. "No, not that."

"You can't try to weasel your way out of those shopping errands tomorrow either."

You bobbed, "No, no, I won't, I won't."

"Okay, I'll bite." Folding her arms, the older brunette looked at you with non-serious scrutiny. "What is it?"

Breathing out, you incidentally dropped your gaze to her cleavage, the same one you could still remember clearly motorboating a night ago on the couch, and then glanced sideways. Dana was attaching another bead to the bracelet thing, one smooth, lithe leg crossed over the other, as focused on her mini-craft as she was oblivious to your stares.

You hesitated for a second, but then looked at your mom affirmatively.

"Can I make Dana my personal fuck-dump for the morning?"

The two young and older ladies didn't so much as scream, or flinch, when a slight, understanding pout pursed your mother's lips.

"Oh sweetie, you certainly, certainly can," Mom said, slapping away all potential worries with a hand. She turned her eyes to said sister, a rhetorical expression on her face. "Dana? You're okay with being fucked by your brother John, aren't you?"

You looked over to Dana. Unlike any actual situation in any other timeline, probably, here she displayed no horror, anger, shock at such a question before uncrossing her legs.

"John," emerged her first remark of the day. She stood, beads half-forgotten, looking to Mom and then you, "if you wanted to fuck me, you didn't need to ask. You can put your cock in me whenever you want, wherever you want. I don't mind, really." And for the first time in that day, she showed a sliver of non-stone-faced life with a slight hint of a smile. "I think it's pretty cute of you to want to fuck your own sister, too, by the way. I never really knew you felt about me like that."

You looked over your sister with unfiltered eyes. "I think you're a hot piece of ass, sis. How could I not want to fuck you and that slut-hole? In fact..." You looked over to your mom, and patted her crotch area through her trousers. "...both you and Mom's."

Your mother chuckled, a hand on her cheek as she let you wiggle your hand against her slightly dampening pants. "John, you just have such a way with words, don't you."

"Poetry is my middle... " You stopped mid-way. "...never mind."

One-liners were just way too cheesy in the 21st century.

Withdrawing your hand, you made your move and grabbed Dana's shorts, sliding it down easily. Deciding to make herself useful for once, she helped you out by kicking them away, though the bout of upturned **** caused it to fly up and land by the sink instead of the ground. Your mom frowned and, with nonchalant acknowledgement, went to pluck it up and sling it over her shoulder. On the way she bent down to collect a few beads that fell on the floor before returning to the other side of the table and placing them in the nearby drawer for the time being.

"So, Mom," you re-drew her attention as you sensually sniffed up the contour of your sister's slim bottom half. "You're saying it's fine for me to do this?"

Your mother turned and leaned against the nearby counter. "Oh John, how could I say no?" Not a single twitching, crestfallen brow in her pretty-faced disposition, the hot light-skinned mother casually watched as her two kids engaged in what would properly qualify as raunchy foreplay fit for an amateur softcore video. "You two look so sweet up against each other like that."

"Okay. How about this?" You turned Dana around and caressed her smooth, soft legs, which were immaculate to the touch. You slid them up to her panties and lightly dragged your finger over her pussy, then asshole. Dana whimpered a bit, then spoke up.

"Th-that's the first time anybody ever touched me there," Dana smiled nervously as she looked down at you.

"Really?"

She nodded awkwardly.

...cute sort of awkward, at least.

A clap came from the kitchen. You both glanced back to see your mother placing both hands against her lips. "Oh, sweetie," she squealed, rubbing her hands together and interlocking her fingers as she flipped her hair backward, biting her lip. It was the kind of squeal that converged after watching pandas chasing after a ball with a picture of a bamboo tree plastered on it and rolling down a hill. "It's killing me just watching this play out right now, like straight out of a dovey soap opera. My youngest getting herself fingered for the first time by her very own handsome brother!" She bit her lip again, and you noticed her leg tightly crossed over the other, one foot fiddling against the kitchen tile. "Please, John, if you do fuck her, fuck her hard and good, okay? My own son's cock would look so adorable in my daughter's virginal hole!"

Nodding, you grinned and pressed harder against the fabric, causing Dana to tilt her head up and slip out some more suggestive noises. "Yes, m'am."

How'd the old maxim go?

Mother knows best?